It’s not Thursday, but this is a “throw back.”
2011. Waco. Photo Booth. Friends.
"LARGE HOUSE! LOTS OF ROOM! RECENTLY OPEN! (Capitol Hill)"
I know I need to write a poem when I see that no other medium will work for it. That is, I don’t have a clear polemical argument that I can express in an article or essay. I can’t express it through direct speech; I can’t sing it in a song. Then there’s nothing left but to write a poem. Poetry, I’d say, is the thing you produce when you don’t know yet which form you are working in.
Kirill Medvedev interviewed by Emma Goldhammer for Boston Review
Packing break with Dr. Who